Ok, so I thought that just because I sat on top a horse and rode that I was a cowgirl. I spent more time than I'd like to admit on the ground under the horse after a wild ride, I mucked stalls, gotten up at the crack of dawn to feed clean or ride....but nothing compares to today's adventure.
To begin with, Daniel and I decided last year to start raising our own beef...grand idea and very yummy. This year the butcher said to keep our little cow longer so we get more meat. Not the best of fun, he's kinda cute and we start to get attached. Well anyways, he's in a pen that is getting too wet and needs to be cleaned. So we have to let him out into the pasture and then lure him into the next corral with a little food. Daniel did this last time and said he bucked and jumped like a maniac and then ran into the next pen for his food. SO....this morning I get the grand idea to move him back, I need his current pen a Christmas surprise for Graham (that story to come later!)....to do this I must open the back gate and face my 1,000lb black steer with two large horns and hold out a flake of hay and shake the bucket of grain....um ya..ok and talk nice to him to come out and get his food...then I have to beat him to the other gate and throw the hay over the fence into hi new pen so he HOPEFULLY chases the hay instead of me. Um, it seemed easier while I was doing it..ok. So I successfully lure him towards me and the food and sure enough as soon as he exits his pen he starts bucking and jumping and putting his head down, yes horns and all and running for me! I don't really know what i did at that moment, its all blurry but I know that I was out of the pasture and his hay was barely in the other pen and he was half way into where he was supposed to be. I had no idea I could move that fast without screaming. Usually with panic, I scream and jump but I didn't even have time for that. I didn't want him escaping out so I mustered enough courage to run and wave my arms wildly to scare him all the way in.I know...brilliant.. but hey, he bought it and ran away from me to finish his breakfast. Thankfully, he had an empty belly. So now, I can truly call myself a cowgirl...once I stop shaking.
